Tis no dishonor when he who would dishonor you, only dishonors himself.
And what is it, thought I, after all! It’s only his outside; a man can be honest in any sort of skin.
I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.
Surrounded as we are by the wants and woes of our fellow-men, and yet given to follow our own pleasures, regardless of their pains, are we not like people sitting up with a corpse, and making merry in the house of the dead?
He knows himself, and all that's in him, who knows adversity.
Fame is an accident; merit a thing absolute.